Irish Eyes Are Not Smiling lyrics

On Saint Patrick's Day they dawn the green

In wishing to obtain 'Ireland's Own'

Spirits high and each a joyous scene

But not for Ireland's home

For the Gaelic and Blarney kisses here

The songs that clasp the merry ghost

Show no sign of a fallen tear

Nor wire stretched on post

Here the Protestants and Catholics do unite

No Ulster, nor IRA man will die

Bombs shall not burst blindly in the night

For morning's light a reddened sky

An omen for a family's frightening trial

The constant hate is quite beguiling

In this constant uncertain lifestyle

Irish eyes are not smiling

If the Shamrock clover brings you luck

Keep it well in hand

For the earth from which it was plucked

Is Ireland.